C1837 You Are a Catalpa

It was winter in the north, and it was getting dark very early.

It was only five o'clock in the morning, but Eunuch Sun had already left his work. He greeted the moon and disappeared into the horizon.

When the surrounding mountain forest gradually turned into a place where he could wash his face and rinse his mouth.

Yue Zitong, who was lying on Lee Nanfang's back and sleeping soundly